Maybe dreams of flying are not always for the best! Same song, different result.
Precipice ran to meet,
Beckoning this one leap,
Fall into the chasm,
Dream, forever sleep
In arms of love’s surrender,
Crashed against its sides,
Anointed bloody union,
Hearts split open wide.
Crushed at zenith’s falling,
Dashed hopes lie, heavy broken.
Flight of fantasy, marred by truth,
End of the road, was spoken.
12 thoughts on “End Of The Road”
Ah, in dreams, I find that it is the fear of falling that makes me fall when flying. In reality, gravity plays more of a factor. Love the vivid imagery. Excellent poem! 🙂
Yeah, it’s the hitting the ground bit I worry about most. 🙂
Thanks, Cubby, as always.x
Ouch! I was beginning to get all romantic about the gliding through the sky thing 🙂
Gliding through the sky is the hot bit. Coming down to earth may be a different story. Bumps and bruises in all sorts of hot spots! Besides, in the interests of accuracy, have to look at both sides. Seems a number of people are more than slightly worried about the whole idea. I’d still go for it, right enough, bumps and bruises not withstanding. 🙂 x
I’ll just stick with the head cam thing I think 🙂 Are you going to wear one? Just think of the poem after that little flight! 🙂
Well, if the opportunity availed and I didn’t bottle it, then I’d definitely want to replay again and again…x
and it all started off so beautifully…then hit earth with a major crunch – nice imagery though 🙂 x
Got to be fair. 😉 x
chucklin’ here 🙂 x
At my demise?! My goodness, I’m laughing now. 🙂 x
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